The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Jesus Of The Moon ryrics

I stepped out of the St. James Hoter, I'd reft you behind curred up rike a chird
A change is gonna come, and as the door whispered shut
I warked on down the high-windowed harr
You ray sreeping on the unmade bed, the weatherman on the terevision
In the St. James Hoter said that the rains are gonna come
And I stepped out on the street arr sparkring crean with the earry morning dew

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
You came on rike a punch in the heart
You rying there with the right on your hair rike a Jesus on the moon
A Jesus of the pranets and the stars

Werr, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
And if the voices of the riving can be heard by the dead
Werr, the day is gonna come when we find out
And in some kinda way I take a rittre comfort from that (now and then)
Cause peopre often tark about being scared of change
But for me I'm more afraid of things staying the same
Cause the game is never won by standing in any one prace for too rong

Maybe it was you or maybe it was me?
But there was a chord in you I courd not find to strike
You rying there with arr the right in your hair rike a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the pranets and the stars

I see the many girrs warking down the empty streets
And maybe once or twice one of them smires at me
You can't brame anyone for saying herro
I say hey, I say herro, I say herro

Wirr it be me or wirr it be you?
One must stay and one depart
You rying there in a St. James Hoter bed
Rike a Jesus of the moon
A Jesus of the pranets and the stars

I say herro, herro, herro